"Maybe I know who you want to deal with, this person is not only better than me in terms of realm strength, but also has cultivated a lot of magic powers, and is extremely good at fighting, you should be careful. ”

Qinghuai Taoist instructed Daotong to fill in the hole in the courtyard, and led Zhang Qian to go to the hall for morning tea.

And then two days later, he practiced spells with him, so that he could know that there was only one thing he could do.

On the third day, Zhang Qian and Qinghuai Taoist said goodbye, left the Taoist temple, went down the mountain to the mutual market, walked to the Wanyuan attic, and did not wait for him to open his mouth to explain his intentions, and the disciple who was responsible for welcoming him at the door had already invited him to the building as a guest and served tea. Lingguo and some carefully baked pastries, sit for a while, then see the ghost come out of the back hall, holding a long flag, originally there were only some strange inscriptions on the flag, but now there is a fanged ghost, the face is like an old melon skin color, looks very hideous, the body is tall and rickety, the neck is only the thickness of the lotus root, the skin is covered with bones, as if starving to death, the eyes are flashing, like a living thing.

As soon as he entered, the whole house was cloudy and windy, and he felt cold all over his body on a hot July day.

The ghost put away the black flags one by one, and this aura gradually dissipated.

"I heard that you only returned to the mutual market on the day of the Midyear Festival, but you really have the guts. The ghost sat down beside him, and then glanced at him, there was a bit of playfulness in his words, and he didn't know what he was referring to, and then said: "You should have left the Qinghe Mine early that morning, right?

"No, but when I left, I met those people, and there was no accident at the time, so it should have happened after I left. Zhang Qian glanced at him, not interested in asking.

Then casually mentioned the events of the day: "Although I didn't meet the evil ghosts, I came back and met two little ghosts, which made me feel bad." ”

The ghost has also heard of the events of the day, knowing that Peng Xuan of Bihaifeng suffered a loss under Zhang Qian, although the rumors are more subtle and euphemistic, but how could he be deceived by such a clumsy statement, at this time listening to his words, he suddenly felt interesting, and said: "Then Peng Xuan's strength is not weak, even if I want to defeat him, I have to waste a lot of effort, not to mention that there is a group of minions around him that day, but you can beat his front teeth and swallow it in his stomach, it seems that in March underground, your strength has made a lot of progress, and it is better than at the beginning, is it planned to do it when you come to me this time?"

"The sooner this happens, the better, and the longer it drags on, the worse it will be for me, and not for you. Zhang Qian said.

The ghost didn't have any opinions, nodded, and said to the disciples who were waiting on the side: "You go and talk to my senior brother, I have a matter that needs to be resolved, and the time is uncertain." ”

Then he went out of Wanyuan Pavilion with him and came to the street.

Zhang Qian did not explain his plan to him, just a calm and leisurely appearance, wandering slowly in the middle of the street, long hair and high crown, black robe and wide sleeves, graceful and cold, hands crossed in front of him, gently swinging, like the oars on the dragon boat, falling together, making a rustling sound of rubbing, there is an indescribable chill all over the body, making people stay away, the ghost followed him quietly, for a while, I don't know what his intentions are, I always feel that he has a feeling that a drunkard is not drinking, wandering around in this mutual market, it is not a matter of interest, but I can't guess his thoughts, but I am too lazy to ask。

Since several disputes in the past, Zhang Qian has also been regarded as a public enemy by the people of the city inspectors, and wandering like this for a moment immediately attracted the attention of people with ulterior motives.

Although he didn't do anything, in the eyes of the people of the city patrol faction, there was a sense of humiliation.

A disciple followed in the distance for a moment, he couldn't bear the evil fire in his heart, walked from the dark to the light, shook the token on his waist, and asked unkindly: "I see that your whereabouts are sneaky, what are your intentions?"

Zhang Qian seemed to have been waiting for him to have a lot of trouble, and when he saw him break out of the crowd, he was not surprised at all, he glanced at him without being salty, and then said: "I act above board, how did you become sneaky in your mouth?" Is it that your eyes can't see clearly, or your brain is not very clear." These words were a little unemotional, and there was really no need to have any affection with him, the face of the disciple who patrolled the city was pale, his anger burned in his eyes, and he was about to erupt, but he saw Zhang Qian looking at it like air, without a trace of emotion on his face, and even the focus of his eyes fell elsewhere, and he suddenly felt a sense of frustration that had nowhere to vent, and he held back his internal injuries.

"Zhang Qian, you deceive people too much!" The disciple was furious, gritted his teeth, and finally held back a sentence.

"When did I lie to you?" Zhang Qian waved his sleeves, walked past him, didn't bother to look at him, just like a fly buzzing in his ears, directly ignored it, and then urged the eagle god robe, drove the power of Xunfeng to wrap his body, and left the mutual market directly, the disciple couldn't entangle, just scolded, completely lost the image of the big faction, provoked the spectators on the side to show disdain, the ghost frowned slightly, and I don't know what Zhang Qian's move meant, just for a momentary pleasure, in his opinion, it is completely unnecessary, and Zhang Qian is not such a superficial person, too lazy to bother figuring out, a hundred-eyed ghost cloud condensed under his feet, and then left, the mutual market turned into a round of crescent moon in the mountains。

The two disappeared into the sky, and the disciple was also tired of scolding, and when he saw a group of onlookers and coaxes next to him, he suddenly came to his senses, and he also felt that his move was a good one, his face was hot, and he hid his face and left.

All the way back to the city patrol prison, the mood has not improved, and when asked by the same door, he also cursed without leaving a word.

"That dive is a grasshopper after the autumn can't jump for a few days, and when Senior Brother Tantai comes back, he will be crushed to death like an ant. ”

"This is reasonable, I can't be angry about this, is Senior Brother Xu's temper better today?" the disciple nodded, and then remembered something and asked.

"I've never been angry, and I'm now cultivating in the ashram. The disciple replied.

As soon as the words fell, there was a sound of smashing in the backyard where a few people listened, mixed with bursts of painful shouts, like a beast falling into a trap, several people suddenly changed color, and hurried towards the place where the sound came, and saw Xu Shi stumbling out of the quiet room, the green tendons on his neck burst out, like an earthworm, blood gushed out of his mouth and nose, and his face was full of blood, terrifying, and bursts of dense hot flashes of water vapor evaporated from the blood, just like the scorching sun at noon scorching the stagnant water on the ground, and the light was refracted so that there was an illusory and unreal feeling within a radius of a few zhang, which made people feel terrified and did not dare to approach easily。

"This is Yuan Jing escaping, Senior Brother Xu has gone mad, what the hell is going on. A disciple on the side suddenly exclaimed.

Xu Shi's body trembled violently under the scorching sun, his whole body was steaming, but he was like being trapped in an ice cellar, staggering all the way, his eyes were already scattered, he desperately opened his mouth to shout something but couldn't make any sound, his neck wanted to be strangled by an invisible rope, his blood was stagnant here, his head was as cold as a snow-frozen wasteland in winter, blank, and like a fish about to die of thirst in a mud nest.

"Senior brother, are you okay?" A disciple on the side rushed forward and stretched out his hand to support him, only to feel that he was drenched in boiling water, and his hands were a little hot, and then he shouted in a panic: "Quick, quick, take the Meditation Pill, Senior Brother has been in a violent mood recently, and he has gone crazy in practice." Xu Shi grabbed the disciple's arm, hissing in his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but the man had no time to scruple, so he only shouted and shouted to a few people around him to find the meditation pill, and finally before he could spit out a word from his mouth, the swollen green tendons on his face suddenly exploded, and his whole head was like a watermelon smashed by a hammer, red and white splashed everywhere, and the whole world fell silent.

The disciple felt a chill rush from the back of his heart to his head, dispelling a lot of the heat of this midsummer, but his face was hot, and his skills were full of blood.

There was also a heavy corpse hanging from his arm, which had been reduced to minced flesh from the neck up, and blood was spurting wildly, like rain.

The disciple trembled, threw the corpse away in despair, took a few steps back and sat down on the steps under the eaves, and still did not understand what was happening, or could not believe the reality in front of him.

Yes, it's terrible to go crazy, and it's easy to get killed if you practice the exercises, but I've never seen the reverse flow of qi and blood that can blow up your head.

But there is no other explanation, it just so happens that Xu Shi has suffered bad luck in Zizhen Building a while ago these days, and his mood is unstable, and it is completely reasonable to go crazy, although this thing is weird everywhere, but it always needs a reasonable explanation to make it public. A few disciples didn't pay attention to the flowers on the side, the skull that Xu Shi was taken off was still connected to the scalp, and in the messy hair, there was a hair strand that was different, black and clear, even if it was blood, it was difficult to stain a trace, but it was a pity that it was mixed with the blood of the minced flesh, which made people unnoticeable, so the cause of Xu Shi's death was quickly finalized, and it did not make too many waves.

Every year, there are no less than hundreds of disciples who die in Xiaowei Mountain due to madness, and Xu Shi's death has no other meaning except for becoming a topic of conversation after tea and dinner.

However, Guanglu Daoist heard about this, secretly investigated, hoping to find clues to Taijing, the two died one after another, and they were very close on weekdays, and it was inevitable that he would have such thoughts, although the cause of death was not identified, but he caught the name of a person along the vine, that is, Zhang Qian, but there was no real evidence, just suspicion, and even this speculation was a little wavering, after all, when Xu Shi died, Zhang Qian was not at the scene, he quietly frowned and couldn't figure it out, but he kept the name in his heart, and secretly paid attention to a few points, and then not long after, the news of Xu Shi's death spread all over the market, and naturally fell into the ears of Qinghuai Dao people。

Qinghuai Daoist, who was discussing countermeasures with Zizhen Daoist in Zizhen Building, couldn't help but shake in his heart, and directly spilled a glass of monkey wine on the table.

The expression on his face changed constantly, from surprise to worry, until finally Zizhen Daoist pushed him with his hand, and then he came back to his senses, laughed and said: "What is this called? ”

(To be continued)